Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Love Sonnet to the tune of a detuned violin

The first time I didn't see God,—His hair unkempt like busted nylon strings—I determined to write him an aubadefor fear I wouldn't not see him again.

Though arose a second occasion(the first time I'm able to not hear his voice(perfectly detuned like an unbalanced equation)),I refrained from gift-giving by reverent choice.He passed me by inside an earthquake.My aubade: ashes&dust at first sign of daybreak.